The Extra is a Genius!?

The hall had fallen completely silent.

From the side entrance, Veyron von Lestaria appeared. Dressed in a tailored green suit adorned with subtle golden patterns across the shoulders and cuffs, he walked with the calm confidence of someone who had lived under scrutiny all his life. His blonde hair was tied back neatly, revealing sharp features and a distant gaze that scanned the rows of nobles without hesitation.

At his side walked Elena.

She held his arm lightly, her steps in perfect rhythm with his. Her emerald dress shimmered beneath the natural light cascading through the arched ceiling, the golden accents tracing her waist and collarbone like delicate vines. The long slit down her leg revealed just enough to make her elegance striking. Her gloves matched the dress flawlessly, and her platinum hair framed her face as it flowed down her back.

Around her neck, the platinum necklace glinted with its amber gem—Noel’s gift.

They made their way down the center of the pavilion, past the noble families of Valor, of Elarith, and beyond. All eyes were on them. Yet Elena’s expression was composed. Serene. Even proud.

When they reached the altar, Veyron released her arm and stepped forward alone. Elena gave him a small nod before taking her place among the family seats, to the right side.

Then came silence again.

And then she appeared.

Livia Thorne entered through the opposite side of the hall, alone. Her gown was pure white, simple but impossibly elegant. It hugged her frame modestly, flowing like liquid moonlight with each step. Her black hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders without a single jewel or clip to hold it back.

Noel watched her carefully from the second row.